"Speak! What in the world happened?!" Mr. An was trembling with rage. "If none of you can give me a straight answer, you can all forget about working for the An Family ever again!"
The atmosphere in the ancestral hall instantly dropped to a freezing point.
The servants kneeling on the floor were scared into silence, burying their heads even lower. They were terrified of their master's anger turning on them. Fortunately, while Mr. An was wealthy, he wasn't from a gentry clan or one of the so-called "scholar" families. At least they didn't have to worry about being buried alive with the young miss over this.
After a moment of silence, the old servant who was usually in charge of cleaning the ancestral hall finally spoke, his voice trembling. "M-Master… This servant… this servant has been guarding the entrance the entire time. Other than… other than people from our own household, I really… I really haven't seen any outsiders come in…"
